*Written for the 'Dessert' prompt for Promptio Week on Tumblr.*

"Ignis," Prompto grimaced as he watched the strategist carve a layer of wax off the cave wall, "I really think we should get out of here. I don't want to be around when the rest of the hive gets back."

"For once I agree with Blondie." Gladio crossed his arms and kept his eyes to the sky outside the mouth of the cave.

Ignis used the side of his blade to scrape out a large amount of dark honey from the honeycomb the size of his arm. It was thick and had almost a pinkish hue to it as it drizzled into the jar. "Let this be an educational moment for the three of you. I'm surprised you didn't notice it yourself, Gladio. I thought you knew everything there was to know about the beasts of the wild."

The shield turned toward him. "What do you mean?"

Gesturing toward the oversized dead insect outside the cave, Ignis sealed the jar and opened another. "That is a queen. With her dead, the hive has no reason to return. Once they smell her corpse they'll disperse until they find another queen to serve." He filled the second jar with the sticky substance and sealed it. "Besides, we're done here. Let's head back to the Crow's Nest for the night."

"What is that stuff?" Noct asked inquisitively as they walked back to the Regalia.

Ignis held up one of the jars so the light of the setting sun hit it. "Royal jelly. It's quite rare and extremely expensive. Normally it's made into mead and given to nobles at their weddings. Hence the term 'honeymoon'." He glanced at Noctis knowingly. "So, you could either hold on to this for yourself and Luna, or we could sell it and pay for three nights at Galdin Quay."

Prompto and Noct's eyes went wide. "One jar of that is worth 30,000 Gil?!" They said, almost in unison.

Ignis smiled. "If I apply some tact and no small amount of charm, I might be able to get 40,000. Depending on the buyer of course."

"What about the second jar?" Gladio asked.

"I plan on using it."

"Iggy, that's a lot of money," said the gunslinger. "You sure you don't just want to sell both?"

They finally arrived back at the car. Ignis popped the trunk and tucked the two jars safely between a set of sleeping bags. "Let me ask you, Prompto, if someone handed you one of the most high-tech cameras in the world and asked if you wanted to use it or sell it, what would you do?"

Prompto paused for a moment. "Good point."

They crawled in the car, Noctis sprawling out in his usual spot behind the driver's seat. "What are you going to make, Specks?"

Ignis started the car. "I'll have to check my ingredient supply, but I think I might try another attempt of that desert from Tenebrae you're so fond of."

He watched Noct's smile broaden from the rearview mirror. "Sounds awesome."

The sun had already set by the time Ignis pulled the baked goods out of the tiny kitchenette oven in their hotel room. He took one of the jars and spooned a small amount of the honey on each tart while they were still hot. "Iggy, those smell amazing." Gladio said as he exited the bathroom in a billow of steam. "Mind if I taste test them for ya?"

"If you like, but they're far too hot at the moment. Give them time to cool and you may have one or two at your leisure." He put the spoon in his mouth and ate the remaining honey.

Gladio nodded and looked around the vacant room. "Where are the others?"

"Playing pinball in the diner last I checked." Ignis licked some extra honey that had drizzled onto his fingers before rinsing his hands off in the sink. "I'm going to go check on them and browse through that traveling merchant's wares."

"The one that pulled up with the weapons guy?"

Ignis nodded, gingerly sliding a few tarts onto a paper plate. "The same. Care to join me?"

Gladio finished toweling his hair off. "Nah, I'm gonna call it a night. I might catch up on some reading or just konk out. If the kids start getting rowdy give me a call and I'll come help. Kay?"

Ignis nodded before closing the door behind him.

For the next few minutes Gladio spent some time in the bathroom, trimming his beard, rubbing some oil into his hair, and tending to some minor scrapes and bruises they'd earned over the past few hunts. One burn on his forearm from a Red Giant was particularly tender. He dabbed it with a small amount of potion before heading back out to the room. The smell of Ignis' tarts permeated every corner of the space, making Gladio's mouth water.

If this were a cartoon the aroma would have picked him up by the nose and floated him to the source.

They had to be cool enough to eat now. Right?

He walked over to the small stovetop and held his hand over the pastries, noting that they only gave off the faintest warmth. Picking one up he took an experimental bite out of it and audibly moaned when the flavor hit his tongue. The crust was buttery and flaky with a hint of almond supported a lighter than air custard that melted on contact. The honey was the last sensation to hit, coating his whole mouth in the subtle, almost tart, ambrosia. It made his tongue tingle.

"Six Iggy," he said to the empty room. "If this isn't the best thing I've ever tasted, I'll eat my boots." He savored the rest of it in the kitchen before looking down at the remaining tarts. He shrugged and took another one. There were plenty for everyone.

Flopping down on the bed, Gladio opened his book to the page he left off on and read while he finished the second tart.

He wasn't even through the chapter before he started to feel… funny. Not 'haha' funny, but more like 'I haven't had this problem since puberty' funny. The chapter in his novel wasn't even remotely sensual and yet his whole body started to feel flush and the room was entirely too hot. Did Ignis leave the oven on? Gladio got up and checked. Nope, the oven was cool to the touch, but he was still burning up. Taking his tank top off he dropped it back into his bag before cranking the thermostat on the wall down a few degrees. It was already a cool night, but it might help.

There was also the awkward issue of his dick being at full attention. He palmed it through his pants, reveling in the pressure.

He bit his lip and glanced at the clock on the end table. He did just get out of the shower, but maybe he could hop back in the bathroom and rub one out before the others got back. It was rare that they had any alone time on the road as of late.

Resigning himself to his task, Gladio walked back into the bathroom, turned on the overhead vent for white noise, and locked the door behind him.

Prompto kissed Ignis' cheek after swallowing the first bite of the warm tart. "Iggy, you are wasting your efforts as royal advisor. You should just send baked goods to enemy kingdoms with the condition that you'd send more if they signed a peace treaty." He popped the rest of the tart in his mouth. "The war would be over in a week."

Noctis laughed as his fingers furiously hit the buttons on the side of the pinball machine. "If we did that then Insomnia would rule the world." Noct and Ignis' tarts were still resting on a nearby table until he finished his game.

The strategist smiled and wiped the crumbs off his cheek from the playful kiss. "I appreciate the vote of confidence. Remind me to bring that up at the next meeting once Noct is king."

"Will do." Prompto looked back down at his camera, reviewing the photos from the day. A small red icon popped up in the corner of the screen. "Hey, I've gotta go charge my battery. Are there any more of those in the room?" he asked, pointing to the deserts.

Ignis nodded. "There are, but enter quietly. Gladio might have gone to bed already."

"Kay. Be back in a jiffy."

Walking across the parking lot to the hotel he slid his keycard in the slot and quietly opened the door. The room was lit and the two queen sized beds were empty, but the fan in the bathroom was on, so that's where Prompto figured Gladio was. He plugged his camera in and left it on the end table to charge before making his way to the kitchenette for another pastry.

His inner fat kid was screaming at him about the calories, but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to care. Not when the crust crumbled in his mouth and the honey dripped down his fingers. Gods the second one was even better than the first. After licking his fingers clean he debated having a third before thinking better of it. He should probably let Ignis and Noct have the rest of them. Maybe save one or two for the road.

Wiping his sticky fingers off on his pants, Prompto pulled out his phone and brought up his Tumblr app, uploading some of the pictures he'd taken the previous day and checking the likes he'd gotten on the ones from previous entries. That queen bee photo he took today should earn him a few more followers. He couldn't wait to upload it.

He adjusted himself in his pants and wiped the sweat off his brow. He hadn't remembered the room being this warm. Glancing over to the thermostat he noticed that it had already been turned down. Putting his phone down on the countertop he walked over to the sink to fill up a glass of water when he thought he heard something. He turned off the faucet and listened again, thinking it might have been the pipes groaning. It was an old motel after all.

The next time he heard it there was no mistaking Gladio's voice from the bathroom. For a moment, it sounded like he was in pain. Had he hurt himself earlier and not told anyone? Prompto put his glass down and made his way over to the bathroom door. He lifted his hand to knock when he heard another noise that was most certainly not one of pain.

Oh…Oh. He should probably leave. Give the big guy some alone time.

Another gasp and pant emanated over the din of the bathroom fan and Prompto bit his lip. He'd had a few fantasies about the shield in the past. Mostly during the rare night when they weren't sleeping arms-length from one another in the tent or caravan. In his fantasies, the bodyguard was always pretty quiet, only making the appropriate noised toward the end, but the noises he was hearing from the other side of the door was proving his fantasies wrong.

Gladio was fucking vocal, and the noises were going straight to Prompto's dick. There was no way he was going back to the Crow's Nest like this. Not with his cock painfully hard and straining against his pants. He had to either take care of it now, or stick an ice spell down his pants. The latter didn't seem terribly appealing at the moment.

Turning so his back was to the door, Prompto slid his pants down just enough to get a grip of himself, and listened.

This is fucking ridiculous, Gladio thought as continued to stroke himself. He'd been so randomly worked up that he thought he'd be done in no time. He'd always prided himself on his stamina, but in a pinch, he could usually finish himself off in under five minutes. Especially since they'd been on the road. One normally didn't have time to savor the moment.

But now, he'd been at this for nearly twenty minutes and his body just refused to come. He'd experienced edging before, but this, this was maddening. He'd given up on porn after the third short video and put his phone aside, relying on his own fantasies to try and push him over. Initially he'd thought of that hot mercenary they'd encountered earlier in the trip. She was deadly, but by god, she looked like she was poured into that armor.

After that fantasy failed to yield anything his mind briefly darted to Cindy. He really did have a thing for petite blondes and her ass did look amazing in those shorts. He tried that for a while before giving up and letting his mind drift to another blonde he'd had his eye on.

Gladio had never been vocal about his bi-curious nature. Other than a few early experiences in Insomnia, he'd never really entertained the idea. Initially Noct's best friend had gotten on his nerves, and honestly, he still did from time to time with his bad jokes and ridiculous amount of energy. But after spending so much time with him the perky blonde had grown on him. In more ways than one.

He let his mind drift back to a dream he'd had a few weeks ago, where they were at the Chocobo Ranch and he'd caught the blonde jerking off to the smell of one of his dirty shirts in the camper. In the dream, he'd confronted the smaller man and ended up with his fingers tangled in his spiky hair as he throat fucked him. In his dream, the perky gunslinger had no gag reflex.

He stroked himself all the way down to the base he idly wondered if that were true in real life.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door shake against the jam. He paused for an instant and listened. The door was indeed moving with a quiet tap tap tap in its frame.

The hell?

Tucking himself back into his sweatpants, with the elastic band thankfully holding his dick against his body, he reached out and quickly opened the door.

Prompto's head hit the tiled floor hard when he fell back. He might have complained if he weren't staring up at a very large bodyguard with his dick still in his hand. Prompto made to cover himself, but the damage was done. "Uh…h-hey big guy." He cleared his throat. "See this is… Um… I can expla-" His words were cut short as Gladio grabbed him by his vest and hoisted him to his feet. The larger man kicked the door closed behind him and pressed his back to it as his amber eyes bored a hole in him.

Prompto froze. He expected Gladio to be mad, or embarrassed, or at least make fun of him for jerking it against the bathroom door, but he did none of them. Instead, Gladio just held him there by his collar against the door, looking at him like he was a meal. Their faces were inches away from one another and Prompto was close enough to see his amber eyes blown out and his lower lip swollen from chewing on it. He smelled like sex and hair oil. "Glad-" he gasped when the bodyguard's impressive member ghosted against his own exposed one through his sweatpants. He did it again and Prompto let out a shuddering breath that turned into a keening moan.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he stood frozen against the door. His body was screaming to react, but unsure what to do.

Finally, Gladio decided for him and slid his hands inside his vest and down the sides of his torso, pulling them closer. Prompto thrust forward lightly, still seeming to test the waters. He was rewarded when the larger man's gaze was finally broken. Gladio clenched his eyes closed and tipped his head forward. "Prom…" he gasped. "What are we doing?"

"I don't… I don't know." Prompto stuttered as his fingers reached forward and pulled down the front of Gladio's cotton pants. Now that they were both exposed he took Gladio in his hands, pressing their members together as his hips bucked forward. Fuck it felt so good. He couldn't breathe. "Just don't stop…Gods don't stop."

"Six," Gladio leaned down and kissed his neck hungrily. He practically growled, "I don't think I could if I wanted to."

At the touch of Gladio's lips something inside Prompto snapped. Reluctantly he pushed their bodies apart so he could get his shirt and vest off, followed quickly by his pants. He nearly tripped when his pants got stuck on his boots, but soon they were gone as well. Gladio only had to slide his sweatpants of before he was fully naked as well. Gods he was gorgeous as he reached down and stroked himself a few times.

This time it was Prompto who leaned in and kissed him. It was more tongue and teeth than lips as they pressed together, trying to touch as much of the other man as they possibly could. Gladio grabbed a fist full of Prompto's hair and the blonde almost cried out in pleasure. He loved his hair pulled. "Prompto," Gladio moaned as he resumed assaulting his throat, "suck me off. Please." He practically begged him.

How could he refuse?

Gladio leaned against the towel rack as Prompto got down on his knees, wrapping his hands around the shields length as he did. He didn't waste any time before running his tongue from base to tip, savoring in the flavor and licking the pre-cum that was already oozing from the head. He repeated this a few times before he decided to stop teasing him and slid his lips around it. The girth hurt his jaw, but he was determined to leave a good first impression. Gladio ran his fingers along the back of his head, "Fuck, Prom," he said as he slowly thrusted his hips forward. Prompto could tell he was restraining himself as his thighs shook with each thrust. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, but the eroticism of the act vastly outweighed the discomfort in his throat. This was a challenge he would rise to the occasion for.

He ran his hands up to Gladio's buttocks to get a good grip before tilting his head back as far as it would go and pushing forward until he felt pressure against the back of his throat. Then he pushed further and got another inch in before coming back up for air. Thick strands of spit dripped from his chin when they separated. Gladio was looking down at him eyes wide. "Grab my hair," he said up to him, his voice already raw from the efforts, but he was determined. Gladio obliged and got a solid grip of blonde locks before Prompto took a deep breath and tried again. His tongue traced along the underside as it slipped by and he came to the same point as earlier.

Gathering up all his resolve, he pulled himself forward the last inch until his lips touched dark curls. His throat was screaming and tears poured down his cheeks, but he held it for a few seconds before he had to back off. He nearly gagged, but managed to compose himself before he did.

It was the first time he'd ever seen Gladio surprised.

He barely had a chance to catch his breath before Gladio bent down and picked him up, placing him on the vanity and returning the favor. His beard scrapped the inside of his thighs as he worked his hot mouth around his cock and Prompto's mind went into orbit. How he didn't come right there and then he had no idea. His dick was painfully hard and if he didn't come soon he was going to lose his mind.

Gladio seemed to be feeling the same as he brought his head back up to kiss him again. He could taste himself on the shields lips as his knees were brought up over one of Gladio's shoulders. At first he couldn't figure out what he was doing, but soon Gladio was crossing his legs and holding them together as he pushed his still wet cock through his thighs. The sensation was new, but once Gladio's ample dick started to rub against his own cock and balls in tandem he could care less how awkward it looked. Gladio pressed his head against the side of pale knees as he thrust.

He did this for a moment before a frustrated whine exited Gladio's throat. "Gods, you feel so good… but I can't come. I don't know why. I need… more." He clenched his eyes closed and raked his teeth against Prompto's calf as he thrust harder, trying to find some sort of relief.

"Do you have lube?" Prompto managed to gasp out. He was having the same problem. If he had to teeter on the edge of orgasm for another few minutes he was going to explode.

"What? Yeah in my spit kit. But I can't… I'll hurt you."

Prompto was already reaching up to retrieve the kit, fishing through it until he came upon the small vial. He dumped way too much on his hand before reaching around and sliding a few fingers into himself desperately. Gladio's eyes were glazing over at the sight. "Let me…*moan*… let me worry about that. Just shut up and fuck me already."

Gladio moved one of his legs over the other shoulder as he reached down and added lube to his own member. Prompto took him in his hand and guided him toward his entrance. He had some toys back in Insomnia that were as thick as the bodyguard, so he knew he couldn't handle it. Still, it had been a little while and he probably should prepare for longer. But when Gladio began to push the slight burn of pressure gave way to utter bliss as he bottomed out.

Gladio let out the breath he was holding. "Holy shit," he moaned as he got a good grip of freckled hips and pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in again. Gradually increasing speed the bathroom was soon filled with the wet sounds of flesh smacking against flesh. Prompto was practically bent in half as Gladio assaulted him.

The instant Prompto reached in between their bodies and took a hold of his cock the spring that had been winding up for the last twenty minutes didn't just let go. It broke.

Prompto came harder than he ever had in his life. His whole body shook and spasmed as he clenched down on Gladio who was still fucking him so hard he might break the vanity.

Gladio bent down and kissed him hard as his breath caught in his throat. Giving him one final push Prompto bit down on his lip and that was it. Gladio's fingertips dug into pale flesh as he came, and came, and came. Prompto could feel him empty out inside him as Gladio's moans practically echoed off the tile walls.

They were still for a long moment as Gladio's borderline seizure subsided. Prompto slowly slid his legs down off the larger man's shoulders as he pulled out. When he tried to stand back up his legs were absolutely useless. He ended up leaning on the vanity for support until Gladio reached out and steadied him. "You okay?" He asked, his face a mask of concern.

Prompto felt something dripping down his leg. He hazarded a glance down and was relieved not to see blood. "Yeah, I'm alright," he said, catching his breath.

Gladio kissed his temple and rested his head on his freckled shoulder. "I don't know what happened there, but thanks for eaves dropping."

He let out a weak chuckle. "Any time."

Surprisingly, Gladio kissed him. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

"Really?"

Gladio nodded. "Really. Now come on. Let's get you in the shower."

Prompto took a shaky step. "Yeah. Probably a good idea. Join me?"

"Sure." They both took a step toward the shower when they heard a bang from outside the door. They glanced at each other before Gladio reached for the doorknob. He paused when a loud moan that was definitely Ignis came from the other side of the door. Gladio's hand retreated from the doorknob. "Maybe we should get in that shower now."

Prompto nodded. "Yeah."

~X~X~

This one has a lot of potential and will probably continue shortly. Keep an eye out for some Ignoct action and maybe some OT4 if Prompto recovers. _O

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